The Musings Of a Pacific Northwest Scribbler

Making the most of rain, soaked inspiration and questionable decisions one blog post at a time.

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  • Yes. I Cry A Lot

    I cry a lot now. Both of my parents are dead, and even though our family was dysfunctional, I miss them more than I know how to explain. There were times I wondered if I was loved—if I was just the pain-in-the-ass kid, half-hidden in the family, tolerated more than…

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  • One More Time, Universe—Make Me Laugh ’Til I Wheeze

    Let me just start by saying this past year has been… well… emotionally speaking, like being stuck in a Target parking lot during a hailstorm…

  • The Night Heaven Went Bowling

    ⚡️⛈️⚡️ Portland’s non-storm – storm reminded me of a late spring or early summer storm that rumbled through the Seattle region when I was probably…

  • I guess it doesn’t need to be this hard…

    Ugh. When things seem easy, they’re usually not. And if there’s one thing I’m particularly gifted at, it’s making simple things infinitely harder than they…

  • Nothing lasts anymore not even envelopes!

    I am really annoyed—like seriously, seriously annoyed. Can we talk about envelopes for a hot minute? What the actual hell is going on in the…

● About Me

Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest—back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth (or so it feels some mornings)—I’m what you’d call “seasoned.” After a lifetime of wandering around this big, quirky United States, collecting stories, bad habits, and questionable furniture, I’ve found myself right back where I started. Guess home really does call you back, like a determined telemarketer.

This blog? It’s… well, it’s everything and nothing, really. A hodgepodge of childhood memories, random musings, opinions no one asked for, and the occasional tangent about whatever pops into my brain at 3 a.m. Think of it as my mental junk drawer—only slightly more organized and with fewer rubber bands.

If you’re into stories about the good old days (when TV had antennas and phones had cords), reflections on life’s oddities, or just want to hang out in the mind of someone who thinks they’re funnier than they probably are—welcome.

Grab a cup of coffee, settle in, and let’s take a trip through my scribbles. It’s part nostalgia, part nonsense, and all me. If nothing else, I promise you’ll leave here either entertained, confused, or both.

Stick around—there’s plenty more where this came from.

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